As everyone was learning, Opal was incredibly powerful when she put her mind to something.
While she was burning through a truly stupendous amount of mana to keep up her show, the tides of Gargoyles and Golems that she was willing to unleash on the enemy had turned the battlefield into a charnel house.
As fast as they could charge into combat, the Crocolisks were falling before the might of Opal's illusionary armies.
The dragons could only stare in shock at the gossamer winged child hovering in the sky, glowing with pure power as hundreds died to a simple wave of her hand. But that wasn't the terrifying part.
No, the true terror was how unconcerned she was.
It wasn't a struggle, there was no emotional attachment, no anger at being attacked. They died simply because Opal wanted a show, and what Opal wanted, she received.
